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The Disappearance of Virgil

by TheWonderingCanine

Tap tap

Smack's head turned on a swivel as a distinctly small tapping sound had been caught by his canine ears. He had been expecting one of his friends to come over to watch a movie that had recently been released on home video. When he approached his front door, he almost peaked through the peephole, only stopping himself when he remembered that Virgil was a micro.

Virgil stashed away his handy knocking device, having picked it up at the store awhile back and used it every time to either knock at a friend's door or get a giant's attention. Smack was usually good about keeping an eye out for him, but sometimes the folf needed to be reminded that Virgil was around. As some thundering steps signaled that Smack was getting close to the door, he braced himself by digging his shoes into the ground and tensing his body. Sure, enough when the door swung inwards, a rush of wind nearly took him off his feet along with dust cloud.

“Hey Virgil!"

Fumbling for his little voice amplifier, Virgil brought it up to his mouth about to speak before giant fingers descended onto him and plucked him into the air, plunged into the warmth of Smack's palm.

“No need for you to use that little thing." Smack said while digging Virgil's clutched hands and flicked it into the hallway before heading back into his apartment.

Being clutched so suddenly inside of Smack's sweaty palm made his heart race, there was just something about being taken by someone bigger that brought up so many emotions. However, this was his friend Smack, and he never tried to do anything to him, in fact, Virgil had seen the folf devour other micros like grapes off the vine. Soon he was freed onto the counter, some sweat dampening his hair but nothing too much that he wasn't used to. Once Virgil refixed his hair, he adjusted to stare up at Smack, who had been smirking, clearly content that he had yanked him off the ground.

“Sorry about that, don't think that you should be using that while in my apartment." Smack softened his expression, trying to hide something brewing inside of his mind. While yes he had invited the small human over for lunch and a movie, but there was catch as to who would actually be watching the movie. Smack planned to play a dramedy, drama comedy, which was not Virgil's style, instead wanting entertainment with much more action.

“It's ok, I know that you prefer conversations that aren't…" Virgl said, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone, needing to alert his partner that he had made it to Smack's place safely.

“Unnaturally amplified? Yeah, I like hearing you squeak up at me." He wagged his tail, seeing Virgil worm at his words. It was true that Smack preferred to have unaltered conversations with his micro friends, but this had much more to do with his plan, getting Virgil right where he wanted without a way of communicating for help! Matter of fact, that phone was going to be a little bit of a problem, “Hey Virgil you think I could see your phone really quick?"

The question made Virgil pause halfway through his message to his boyfriend, overshadowed by two claws as they sped towards him, ripping away his phone and leaving the message to his partner half finished.

“Aww didn't mean to interrupt, here let me finish." Smack said with a fake sigh, growing the phone to the point that he was able to use it, erasing the message and instead typing out a message stating that Virgil is going to be staying at Smack's place a few days. Hitting send and placing the phone back onto the counter, a few more sizes bigger than Virgil.

“Wh-what did you send him?"

“Just let him know that you were safe and already here, also wanted to see what kind of operating system you were using." Smack pretended to be judging what Virgil used for his smartphone before reaching over and shutting the phone off.

“Dude! How am going to turn that back on with it being so much bigger than me?" He walked over and tried pushing into the power button, using as much strength he could muster to press it. Nothing happened and he sighed, looking up to Smack who was staring down at him smiling. “More importantly, when I need to call him for my ride home-“

“Nah-nah, don't worry about that, I can call him and give him your phone when you're ready to leave, he's a macro right?" Smack grinned ear to ear, wanting to rub in just how much bigger he and Virgil's partner were in comparison to the tiny human.

“Y-yes…but what about when I am bored with the movie?" Virgil almost winced when he said that, expecting some sort of scolding from Smack since he had chosen the movie.

“Don't you worry Virgil, I have something very entertaining for us both to partake in." Smack reached for the human, grabbing him, and walking into his living room, tossing Virgil onto the couch before turning the tv on.

Virgil sat and watched Smack fiddle with a tv remote, standing in front of the tube with an intense glare, one that reminded him of his dad when asked about 'stonks.' “What do you have planned for me to watch? Since I don't like the genre of movie you chose?" He asked, wringing his hands together and keeping eyes locked on his yellow friend, soon realizing that Smack hadn't heard him. He tried calling out once more, reflexively reaching for his amplifier and remembering that the folf had destroyed it, leaving him with no proper way of communicating as Smack walked back towards the couch.

“Ah, finally got it working, should replace it sometime soon." Smack made brief eye contact with Virgil before turning around and presenting his nude ass to the micro.

“D-dear god Smack…" Virgil's body became overshadowed by two giant ass cheeks and as his friend leaned forward to sit down onto him. He got an eagle eyed view of the damp depths between those yellow moons, allowing a rush of steam to bellow out as the cheeks wobbled from side to side.

“Enjoy your entertainment for the next couple hours!" Smack let his legs go and fall right onto the couch.

“WAIT NO-“

WHOMP

GRIND-GRIND

Smack wiggled his ass from side to side, getting comfortable with each grind, wedging Virgil further and further into his crack.

“MMPPPHHHH SMACK PLEASE!" Virgil exclaimed, mouthful of ass fur obscuring most of the words that he tried to shout. Yet no matter what he did, each attempt to free himself only made the situation worse, leaving him with no way of communicating not only with Smack but with his boyfriend would save him in a heartbeat. He staggered as Smack's powerful musk filled his lungs, causing an intoxicated sensation to wash over him, tingling spreading through his body and ending at the ends of his limbs. “G-god please get this fat fuck off me!"

Soon all those little wiggles were ignored, pushed out of his mind by simple assuming it was his ass hairs tickling down there. It's amazing what a little affirmation could do to someone, especially when they were holding their micro friend hostage within their ass.

“Enjoy-GRIND-the-GRIND-movie!"

“ARRRGGGG" Virgil whined and found himself sliding deeper between Smack's sweaty cheeks, warmth like the hottest sauna he had ever experienced before. His body cried out for oxygen and wanted to breath in, no matter how rank the air might be, unable to stop himself from inhaling. Lungs expanded with humid, heavy air that had been baking inside of his friend's rear end throughout the entire day. Virgil wasn't one to take hits of blunts, but this felt similar to what he thought that would feel like, a brief confusion washed over him followed by a different sensation entirely. He found himself breathing faster, wanting to take in as many fumes as possible, filling his head with this delirious thought that he might be enjoying this. Time seemed to lose all of its meaning, nothing meant more to him than Smack's musk, running his hands through the ass fur, pulling fur into his face and huffing.

BBRRRR

BBRRRRRRR

BBBBBBRRRRRT

Smack's phone vibrated a few times before he noticed it, digging it out and noticed that Virgil's partner was calling. That then drew his attention to the phone that was sitting on the counter, lit from constant notifications. People had been trying to reach the tiny human for little over an hour now, he had gotten lost in the movie and forgot to text Virgil's partner more. So now he needed to work up the proper lie to tell and before long one came to mind, answering the phone and acting as if he were talking to Virgil about pausing the movie.

[Is Virgil still there? My messages haven't been read in a decent bit.]

Hiding a visible smirk, Smack stifled a chuckle and composed an answer, dragging his ass across the couch once more. “Virgil's phone slipped into my coke before I noticed and took a big swig, I uhhh-owe him a new one." He burped softly, finding it hard to force one up on command, but seemingly convincing Virgil's partner either way.

[Fuck, those micro phones cost like ten bucks don't sweat it Smack-a-roo, just keep him safe! He loves a soft spot on the couch.]

The phone dial toned, and Smack giggled, God being nice had its perks, and Smack loved being the trusted friend, it made people leave someone like Virgil with him for hours. Thing was he couldn't just leave just at that, he needed to make sure that no one would be looking for long while, after all a partner isn't the only thing that would come looking for the tiny human. Standing up and pausing the movie, Smack walked over to Virgil's phone, noticing it lacking a screen lock. Which for a micro was usual sight, most didn't expect a macro to be able to access their phone let alone being able to go through it. Smack enjoyed going through his micro friends' phones as it gave him an insight into their pathetic little world.

Jesus he's so meaty back here! Virgil wheezed out, finding that Smack was on the move and smooshing him on all sides by giant masses of muscle that didn't care for his small stature. Ass cheeks were unstoppable forces of might, he had seen his boyfriend sit on others by accident and it was akin to see an act of God. Now he had found himself in that position and boy did he have an epiphany, he had moved past the dizzying sensation of being oxygen deprived. And had found that he truly does enjoy being down here and started kissing and maneuvering his head beneath the sweat soaked fur, sniffing in all that pungent musk. He had not planned on it, but it seemed that Smack noticed and squeezed his cheeks together, leaving the poor micro human fully submerged under the field of yellow fur.

“Mmmmmmm, seems someone went from pleading to pleasing, what a quick turnaround!" Smack had stopped for a moment, finding the sensation extremely pleasurable and felt it as his cock pressed in the barstool. He endured it for a moment before going back to what he wanted to do, scrolling through pictures it truly looked like Virgil enjoyed being so small. That wasn't to say this camera didn't have the oddball photo of him giving the middle finger to a micro with a caption of 'fucking big fuck step on a Lego.' He gave his ass a little shake at the Lego comment, if he knew what it was like he wouldn't wish that on anyone. Once Smack had gotten properly bored of scrolling through the camera roll, he opened up the camera and bent forward, causing his cheeks to spread slightly. He passed the camera through his legs and switched to the front facing camera, taking a fine shot of his inner ass cheeks where a small tuft of white hair could be visible to those willing to zoom in. Better yet, Smack was going onto Virgil's social media and creating a timed post.

/Don't bother me while I am in my vacation home\

“There we go." Smack said content and finally able to go back and watch his movie. He considered for a moment another ass shot to send off to his macro friends, but the thought required more effort than he wanted to give in that moment, so he wiggled his rear onto the couch and hit play.

Everything compressed down onto Virgil once more, burying him finally out of sight to the naked eye, happily kissing and squeezing the flesh, enjoying the pure darkness these fat butt cheeks provided.

The End